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Mitsuki has got a goal in her mind, and it’s to ease her currently stressed-out girlfriend. And it’s a lot more harder than Mitsuki realised.
The guitarist, for the last couple of days, has been balancing her time on studying and writing lyrics for brand new songs, struggling? Afraid so. Hence why she is currently spending her lunch discussing with the first-year, Hime, about what they can do to improve Mitsuki’s shitty album.
“No, Hasegawa-san- that is a horrible lyric line.” remarked Mitsuki as she scribbles lyrics on a spare notebook she's sure to bring around after the ‘Incident’.
Hime groans, clasping her hands, “Oh well, worth a shot,” she muses playfully, taking a bite of her meal.
Mitsuki sighs exasperatedly, “I'm serious, it looks like Oosawa-san is getting worse, and-” a notification cuts off Mitsuki, the guitarist pausing and checking the message, a small smile forming from the corner of her lips as she starts typing back.
“And what? Why are you smiling?” Earth to Koga-senpai? Hello?” Hime asks, waving a hand in front of the now giddy guitarist, who is currently texting back to someone. It doesn’t take much for Hime to roll her eyes, realising it was probably Aya.
“... Forget I even asked,” she mumbled out, mentally surrendering as she ate her lunch
Mitsuki snapped herself out of her trance and looked up at Hime, sheepishly smiling at the younger girl as she scratched the back of her neck.
“I’m sorry, Oosawa-san just texted me an-” The sound of a bell cut her off this time, seriously. It was worrying Mitsuki how she kept getting cut off by sounds.
She exhaled softly as she stood up, "Hey, look, I gotta go. I'm gonna be back at five, I'm going on a date with Oosawa-san after classes," Hime looked up at the girl, quickly tugging her shirt.
"Wait- can I come?” She murmured, her eyes glinting a look of naivety as she locked eyes with the Guitarist.
The pause between them was loud. Mitsuki blinked rapidly in confusion, mouth agape.
Eventually, Mitsuki snapped her jaw shut, opening it again to speak, "Hasegawa-san, you're not coming to my freaking date!” She whisper-yelled, Hime flinched slightly and bringing her hand down, surprised at the usually patient Mitsuki's outburst.
Mitsuki looked at Hime and sighed softly, realizing she might've sounded too harsh on the younger girl.
“I'm sorry, that was harsh,” Mitsuki admitted with a more softer tone, “It's not everyday your girlfriend agrees to go on a date-”
“Yeah, yeah, I understand,” the younger girl assured, packing her lunch, “Go get the girl.”
The guitarist sighed in relief and nodded, turning around “Alright then, you swear you won't follow around or something?” She asks, peering her head over her shoulder to look at Hime.
Hime chuckles and nods, “Absolutely! Don't worry at all, Koga-Senpai!” She replied, her words a bit too suspicious for Mitsuki's taste.
“Okay… if you say so then,” she said hesitantly, “I'll see you later." Mitsuki waved at Hime before walking away
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Hime was calmly walking back to her classroom, listening to music in her headphones until she suddenly bumped into someone.
“Ah shoot, I'm sorr-” Hime looked up and saw a familiar face and stepped back a bit, “Narita-senpai?!”
Narita looked down and chuckled sheepishly, “Ah, Hasegawa-san, I thought you were with Koga-san?”
“Koga-senpai said she was going on a date with Oosawa-Senpai,” she replied, following Narita from behind.
“Is she now?” He asked, a small smug smirk forming on his face, “Let's snoop on her.” he suggested, looked back at Hime
Hime's eyes widened in surprise at Narita's plan, “What?! Koga-senpai will kill me!” Narita chuckled and calmly shushed Hime.
“Relax! I'll vouch for the two of us,” He reassured, patting the younger girl's shoulder.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely, come on, Hasegawa-san, aren't you curious about it yourself?” He replied, a cheeky grin on his face.
Hime looked at the brunette and sighed, “I guess I am curious…” Narita's grin brightened as he gestured to Hime to follow him.
“Great! Now here's what we're going to do…”